Every support staff in the neighbour hood seem to love him, no actually adore him. They would go out of their way to do anything for him. Infact they are all at his beck and call. He just has to raise his little finger and people readily oblige him without even as much as a murmur leave alone protest. Clad in a spotlessly white veshti and a cleanly washed half sleeves he makes his entry around eight in the morning with his paraphernalia –a cloth sling bag hung on his left shoulder. I always wondered what he has in that bag of his. His day begins with a full throated speech to his captive audience, constituting support staff working in the neighbourhood ( I am still to understand how these people can get away without their masters noticing their absence from work for nearly an hour). They gather around him and listen to him in awe, probably wondering at his knowledge of the political goings on in the city. He even makes guesses about which party would come to power in the forthcoming elections. That’s not all, most of his “working time” is spent in doing everything else other than what he is employed and paid for by the half a dozen residents in our locality. He wears different hats —-that of a family counselor, arbitrator, confidante, moneylender, errand boy and what not!
Well, Mani is our Watchman, no, a “Dada”, though an employee seems to have wormed his way into almost all the employers’ good books,(however with the exception ) with his glib talk and shrewdness making it impossible to dislodge him from his post.
He seems to have developed a clout of loyal supporters who constitute not only the support staff of residents in the colony but of the well educated and well placed residents of the locality as well!
Mani power without money power indeed! What is his secret I wonder?
n.meera raghavendra rao